Chapter 208
- BRADY
- I pinched the bridge of my nose, attempting to block out Rich’s litany of concerns. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I glanced up, staring out of the glass walls that lined the fiftieth-floor office space. “...no way this will go well, mark my words, Brady.” His favorite line: mark my words.
- “Are you done?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows.